Monday, 24 July 2017

I Just Really Love This Jacket.

Every once in a while, when trawling through online clothing retailers admiring the multitudes of pretty garments, I happen upon The One. The One is a particular garment that makes me believe that love at first sight truly exists. It's like not realising how deprived your wardrobe has been until the very moment you see it, and then it can never been un-seen. I've had a few cases of The One in my lifetime, with the most recent case occurring whilst browsing through the Topshop website and happening upon what can only be described as The Jacket of Dreams (any other description is a disservice).

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I can't quite put my finger on what exactly it is about this jacket that made me hypothetically burst into flames of adoration as soon as I laid my eyes on it; perhaps it was the subtle Green Day reference in the slogan (likely), maybe my undying love for denim did the trick, or perhaps it was just the simple fact that the detailing on this thing is awe-inspiring. Either way, I found myself immediately pining for it. Surprisingly, I didn't actually buy-right-now-like-my-life-depends-on-it. I know, right? A totally shocking turn of events. Instead, I took one look at the price tag, whimpered, then closed all of the tabs on my laptop and shut the lid in a huff. (Not before crying about it on Twitter first though, obviously).

Days passed and this damn jacket didn't leave my mind. I was daydreaming about the looks that I could create if only I had this jacket. I mean, for god's sake, I just bought Green Day enamel pins that couldn't have a more fitting home than proudly pinned to the front pockets of this jacket. Never before had my wardrobe seemed so sad and lacklustre. So, I finally gave in. After justifying the price to myself with, "You'll get the wear out of it!" and "It's literally the best jacket you've ever seen, you'll regret it if you don't!" and "TREAT YO' DAMN SELF!" a dozen times over, I got it. It's mine.

Truth be told, and I say this with little to zero hesitations; it is literally my favourite piece of clothing that I've ever owned, so I'm pretty stoked about it. I literally want to wear it all of the time. It's incredibly versatile (what doesn't look great with black denim?) and can add such a loud statement to any otherwise quiet outfit. I guess the moral of this totally extra rambly story-telling about a jacket is that; if you want the damn jacket, get the damn jacket. It will probably unlock your wardrobe exactly how you think it will. That is of course, until the next One comes around. Until then, it's totally justifiable.